Image: from Yak and Gnu, illustrated by Cat Chapman, published by Walker Books Australia
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More details on the fight:
I was asked to engage in mortal combat with Sarah Davis, ferocious champion illustrator, at a dinner held by the Children's Book Council of Australia. Results below.
I was asked to engage in mortal combat with Sarah Davis, ferocious champion illustrator, at a dinner held by the Children's Book Council of Australia. Results below.
"Give us an animal! And an activity!"
The audience threw us the awkward combination of a chinchilla (huh?), locusts and golf. This is what we came up with, in a fretful 20 minutes (well, Sarah was cool as a cucumber; I was sweating like a cornered ferret, my mind fizzing horribly).
The audience threw us the awkward combination of a chinchilla (huh?), locusts and golf. This is what we came up with, in a fretful 20 minutes (well, Sarah was cool as a cucumber; I was sweating like a cornered ferret, my mind fizzing horribly).
Priscilla
Chinchilla prepared for her swing -
golfing was really a ferretish thing - others would try it; they'd begged and they'd pleaded. But no-one could swing it EXACTLY as she did. What glory it was to be born a chinchilla! What fortune! What joy! An absolute thriller! But just as she swung, at that moment of focus, down came a thunderous swarming of locusts! Nine angry bugs came down from the sky, and gone was her club in the blink of an eye! Then gone was the grass- and the tee - and the ball - till NOTHING was left of the fairway at all. "WHY ME?" cried Priscilla, "WHAT have I done? You locusts have ruined my great hole-in-one! How spiteful! How mean!" And she fell to the ground, with ferretish sobs (a rather odd sound). In one buzzing voice, neither spiteful nor mean, the locusts cried "Give us a turn on the green! You hogged it, young ferret; you forced us to fight, for GOLF's an inviolable Animal Right." |
And so she reformed, that young golfing pro,
and kindly allowed other creatures a go. And a golfer more great there has never been born, than Priscilla, who coached all those locusts till dawn." © Juliette MacIver 2015 |